Winona rose like a woman of the world.
"We're on the map at last," said Rapp, Senior, referring to Newbern's newest big-town feature.
"I know I'm on the map at last," said Winona, coyly, and tapped the arm of Rapp, Senior, with her feathered trifle of a fan.
"Dance ?" said Wilbur to Patricia.
"Thanks a heap! Merle won't.

He says how can he dance when thinking of free Russia?
But did you see those stunning Russian dancers?
It doesn't keep them from dancing, does it?
Poor old Merle is balmy--mice in his wainscoting." They danced, and Patricia was still the rattlepate.
"You're going over, Uncle Sharon told us.

Merle says you're a victim of mob reaction--what does that mean?
No matter.

Pretty soon he said you'd be only a private.

Grandpa Gideon looked as if he had bitten into a lemon.